I liked the look of them ... no truly, I did. They were bargaining with my owner - or my pimp as I sometimes think of him. There was something desperate about them, but not in a bad way. He had the eyes of a startled boy, despite the beard. She was ... well, let’s just say she wasn’t a looker; a bit plain but not not unpleasantly; just mousey, yes that’s it; she was mousey. He fussed over her though, like she was royalty. It was only when she turned side on that I could see why. I inwardly moaned at the thought of what was to come. There was no way he would let her walk when she could ride - he’d have to be an idiot if he did. Not much luggage though - that endeared them to me; just a couple of pigeons. I was starting to see a pattern. Having two pigeons meant little luggage, but more often I wasn’t hired by those types. But I could see why these two would need my services.
When he lifted her on I could feel her anxiety. She was inexperienced and sat too close to my neck. If it had been someone else I might voice my objection, but for some reason, I didn’t want to upset her ... or him. They were going to have enough troubles in time to come. They were innocents in a vicious world. I pitied the child. With these two as parents he would end up carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Just as I carried him now.